A prayer for those days when much of what is not real seeks to prop itself against what IS real. 
O Lord,
Give me the energy, the vision, the desire
To sing a new song to You
Even in days that grow redundant with the lifelessness of winter.
Now especially is a good time to sing a new song to You.
I know that if all the earth is to sing Your praise, it means
That even as one sings it easily in their growing days of high summer,
Another must sing as easily in the heaviness of winter.
Even as one throws open, and the other hunkers down,
A song still rises.
So it is good, it is necessary, for both to recognize:
You are ever worthy of praise!
I will stir myself up, lift my eyes to the heavens.
Surely You made them as well.
They are beyond the work of my hands; and
My own glory is less attached to them.
There I see a purer view of Your splendor and majesty.
Grant that I might worship You in that splendor,
the splendor of holiness.
May this be the year when I become a part of that wave of song,
Voices saying to the nations: the Lord reigns.
For when I say this, I affirm my own joy in knowing...
I am no accident. Neither is anyone else.
Give my hands work to do that will bring that holy balance to Your creation:
when the heavens will rejoice;
when the earth will be glad;
when the sea will resound;
and the fields be jubilant.
May I sit beneath the trees of the forest and hear them sing for joy.
May I attach all this goodness to this very hope and assurance:
You come to judge the world in righteousness
and people in equity and truth.
Amen...